My birthday...
I am happy to be turning 23 this year. I am alive, I have all my fingers and toes, I am not starving, I am not a leper, I don't have any diseases (well, A.D.D., but hey, you know what I mean -- I don't have cancer or anything like it), so yeah I'm very grateful to have been on this Earth for 8,400 days since August 21st, 1985.
Tomorrow will mark my 8,401st day.
What can I say? I have come through a lot of dark valleys and fires. And through it, I've come out healthy. Not only "healthy enough" but exceedingly healthy! Let me remove the ambiguity -- I have God to thank for these blessings.
That said, as of right now, I am SO tired. I didn't go to sleep last night. I couldn't, really. The reason why is a long, annoying story :\. But the consequences are that I am so freaking off-kilter right now. Heh, what makes it worse is that this is the second time in the past week! Yeesh! My body is not very pleased with its inhabitant at the moment. =P
I just finished shaving so that I will wake up without the beginnings of an animal on my face. I'm about to hit the rack even though it's only around 9:00PM. Why so early? I am taking what I've learned from this article and applying it: [link] .
I can't wait. I love birthdays. One of my best friends' birthdays is the day after mine, and that makes it all the better.
Off to bed with me now. I am considerably overdue. :D

